However, Second Old Master Gu was already furious. The hatred in his eyes was plainly visible. "Let her speak!"
Nobody knew that he had rushed to the scene when he received the news back then. That bloody image had always been lingering in his mind for all these years. His wife laid in a pool of blood, and his daughter had already become a blurred mess of flesh and blood.
At that moment, he had thought that Fang Hongxiu was dead.
He nearly went along with Fang Hongxiu.
This image was very vivid in his mind for all these years. There were many times when he would wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming of this cruel scene. Every time he saw Fang Hongxiu lying on the bed, he would think of that car accident. No, that massacre.
He had been looking for the murderer back then.